[HP] Lost and Returning

For two whole weeks, Snape's utter disregard for someone was so obvious that any dull Gryffindor would have picked it up.

Ron patted his friend on the shoulder: "Harry, such a day is called a good day."

Harry looked up, a sad face that couldn't be concealed.

Ron asked back: "Do you want the old bat to deduct points from you every day?"

Hermione was still obsessed with one question: "Harry, what happened during the confinement?"

Harry lowered his head, and muffled after a long time, "I think maybe I did something wrong."

"Everything you do, the old bat thinks it's wrong." Ron shrugged, giving an apt description.

"Harry, what are you suffering about?" Hermione glared at Ron, but agreed with Ron's words from a certain angle: "Anyway, Snape didn't deduct your points randomly, at least it's a good thing, don't you Hope he yells at you every day?"

Harry lowered his head even more, because he actually thought it was better to be yelled at every day than to be ignored.

Harry got up and ran towards the cellar: "Go back first, I have something to do."

When he reached the door of the cellar, Harry was at a loss again. After hesitating for a moment, he sat at the door. He didn't know what he was thinking, but this situation made him very depressed.

At this time, Snape was not in the cellar, he was in the headmaster's room. The black-haired Slytherin looked at the headmaster's routine sweets recommendation with disdain, and stood away impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"Malfoy Manor is protected by a certain spell." Dumbledore said casually, stroking his white beard with a look of idleness.

Snape's face remained unchanged, Malfoy Manor disappeared without a trace, it was too late to be discovered now, Lucius is a wanted criminal, so the Ministry of Magic will pay attention to the manor from time to time: "I thought this is what the Ministry of Magic should Worrying."

"Hehe..." Dumbledore didn't want to ask Snape anything, he narrowed his eyes: "I'm just telling you that the Ministry of Magic already knows, but they're not going to do anything."

"Huh?" Snape frowned, what's going on?The biggest problem with Hidden Manor is the Ministry of Magic, but now...

Dumbledore knew about the Dark Lord. If the Dark Lord moved into Malfoy Manor, he would disdain to hide the manor because of his temperament. Then the Malfoy family would not hesitate to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic. There is only one reason for hiding their residence. They are avoiding danger. , and the only one they could think of as dangerous was the Dark Lord.

Very likely, the escaped Lucius?Malfoy and the Dark Lord fell out for some unknown reason. This was Dumbledore's analysis, so he immediately went to the Ministry of Magic to prevent the Ministry of Magic from punishing the illegal hiding in Malfoy Manor. Finding that Scrimgeour had already made a deal, he suppressed the matter for the time being.

Dumbledore telling his Potions professor about this was tantamount to telling a certain nobleman that everything was fine, he believed that Severus and Lucius had a relationship, but he wouldn't get to the bottom of it, the nobleman's behavior towards the Dark Lord Submissiveness is full of moisture and will not be a real enemy of the Order of the Phoenix.

But who exactly is helping Lucius deal with the Ministry of Magic?Even emboldened that cunning nobleman to challenge Voldemort's authority.

Snape was also thinking about this question, could it be that boy who did it?

This time, Snape was wrong. It was Godric who secretly helped to settle the Ministry of Magic. Derek thought to himself that it was for Scrimgeour's sake, otherwise Salazar might get mad if Malfoy Manor was really pursued.

No matter who did it, Snape was very grateful. He nodded and left the headmaster's office. admire.

Snape's unchanging face concealed his fairly good mood. Walking back to the cellar, his good mood evaporated when he saw the green-eyed boy sitting at the door. What is this idiot doing sitting here?Continuing to choose to ignore, Snape made a detour, opened the cellar door, and walked in.

"Wait!" Harry stood up abruptly, grabbing the corner of the other's robe.

Snape stopped, and his eyes fell on the overcrowded paw. After a while, he stared at the green eyes that were also looking at him: "What's the matter with the great savior coming?" Keeping his tone even, Snape said , the irony is unmistakable.

Harry's body trembled slightly, swallowed his saliva, but he still didn't let go: "I didn't mean to."

kindness?Snape narrowed his eyes.

"I just dreamed about the bathroom scene." Harry felt that this was the problem, so he said it aloud, "I put up my defenses, really!" Urgently, Harry explained.

Snape understood in an instant, his face darkened, but he stopped rushing people: "Come in and say." Pulling Harry's hand away, Snape walked in.

Harry followed in with his head down, but kept talking, babbling about the dream that night, as if to embolden himself, he didn't dare to look up at Snape.

When Harry had nothing to say, the cellar was silent. In desperation, Harry finally looked up, only to see the black-haired man sitting on the sofa, thinking about something.

"How did you know to use a palliative?" Snape asked, which was something he was very puzzled at the time.

Harry froze, hesitating, the fact that the Dark Lord was able to convey those cruel images to him was a secret, he didn't want anyone to know, but, he came to the cellar...

Snape looked at the young man in front of him, he was less impulsive, less childish, his hesitant and thoughtful look was very different from the past, he remained silent, waiting for the other party to speak.

"He showed me a lot of similar things." Harry's hands couldn't help pulling the corners of his robe, biting his lips, and he forced himself to finish speaking: "I can't resist what he passed on."

Snape was stunned, he stared at the messy-haired boy who was struggling to speak, he thought he understood the true meaning of these words, in an instant, his heart ached, Snape had always While blaming the person in front of him for doing something wrong, he never thought about what this child was suffering behind his back.

Harry's forehead was slightly sweating, and he was a little at a loss: "Can I continue to learn Occlumency?" This is the reason why he sat outside the cellar for a long time before convincing himself that he would come here, even Headmaster Dumbledore said Snape's Occlumency is the best, so it makes sense to find Snape himself, isn't it?

"Every Saturday and Sunday from seven to nine o'clock." Just when Harry was no longer able to answer, a low voice unique to men sounded from the deserted cellar.

Harry unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound, and his mood improved: "What about my confinement?"

Snape raised his eyebrows, Potter is asking for confinement?

"I mean..." Harry also felt that his tone was not right, and hurriedly defended: "I just..."

"Seven to nine o'clock in the evening on [-], dealing with potions and medicinal materials." There was no emotion in Snape's tone: "Now you can go."

ah?A certain reluctance welled up in Harry.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor, I don't want to repeat the same thing a second time." Snape said bluntly.

"Ah? Yes." Harry nodded and moved away. At this time, if anyone noticed his expression, they would find that the corner of the boy's mouth was rising unconsciously, even he himself did not notice it.

From this day on, the routine Potter deduction behavior resumed in the Potions class, and Gryffindor College once again lamented the huge negative points that befell the Savior. Only Harry, who no longer cared about these points. So dig deeper, keep running to the cellar, and when Quidditch practice and confinement conflict, he will also choose the cellar first. He attributes this behavior similar to obsession to his previous guilt and his eagerness to learn Occlumency well , Ron was puzzled, Neville was puzzled, but Harry didn't say anything. There were a bunch of friends around, only Hermione, that smart witch, looked thoughtfully at her friend's bright face every day.